Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
- From this story one learns that children, especially young lasses, pretty, courteous and well-bred, do very wrong to listen to strangers, And it is not an unheard thing if the Wolf is thereby provided with his dinner. I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition — neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!
- ~Charles Perrault~
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Andy: I can't get started this morning...just let me drink my coffee...sit down and have some toast and jelly or something.
Barney: Believe I will. (opens dish of marmalade, smells a weird smell) You doin' some painting in here?
Andy: (smells it, too.) No, probably just some glue Opie's using on a model airplane.
Barney: (spreading the pungent marmalade on his toast) Doesn't smell like glue to me, smells more like ammonia!
Andy: You don't reckon that gas stove's leaking, do you?
Barney: Don't know...(starts to eat his toast) Found it!
(points at jar, has Andy smell, quickly closes it)
Andy Aunt Bee was workin' in here yesterday! (goes to cupboard and finds several jars of "ammonia marmalade" instead of "kerosene cucumbers")
Barney: Aunt Bee's making marmalade now!
Andy: Well, don't just stand there, go get the suitcase!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
~St. Augustine~ From the Movie Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.